'baby!'
As long as one is a normal practitioner, his first reaction when seeing the Dharma money is to pop up this word in his mind, and the local land god is of course no exception.
The coin in Mr. Ji's hand is larger and thicker than the ordinary five-tong coin. The surface is gilded and has a restrained divine aura. There is a faint aura surrounding the coin, and it even attracts the nearby spiritual energy to cover it, as if it is coated with a layer of spiritual film. In fact, the flowing light that can be seen also comes from this layer of spiritual energy.
The God of Land could imagine that the magic of the coin itself was still hidden inside and not revealed.
I want it! I want it very much!
"Here, this... uh, hehe, Mr. Ji, the coin in your hand looks like a treasure no matter how you look at it. Are you sure you want to use this to buy ink?"
The God of Land originally wanted to say "I can't take this treasure", but he was so itchy that when it came to his lips, he turned it into asking Ji Yuan whether he confirmed it.
All sentient beings have desires, some are public desires and some are private desires. The severity of their desires is just a matter of vision and demands. There is no distinction between high and low. Huangqiu is just a small piece of land. The treasures that can be seen are of course limited. Having this opportunity today, how can I let it go.
Ji Yuan didn't say anything immediately, but handed over the ritual money directly. After some reluctance, the God of Land finally took the ritual money, held it in his hand and looked at it from left to right.
"This item was refined by Ji Mou, and it is indeed a treasure. Strictly speaking, it is similar to the custom in some places where a magician would perform a ritual and then burn it for the ancestors. The difference is that the spiritual methods used are completely different."
"Oh, that's it, that's it!"
The more the God of Land looked at the magic money, the more he liked it. Holding it in his hand, he could feel the Taoist essence on it more clearly. He had heard of the word magic money and even seen it, but how could those things be compared with the treasure in his hand.
The magic money in this hand is profound in spiritual power yet extremely clear and pure, without any sense of confusion. Combined with the skill of using the magic money at will, it is really a good thing that can be used for anything.
Casting spells and refining items are both helpful, and can be used as a trump card even when encountering life-threatening situations.
Moreover, the pure Tao essence in it also brings a feeling of freshness. It is no exaggeration to say that this probably embodies an unfathomable "Tao realm". Just with a rough glimpse, the God of Land feels that if there is any deviation in practice and there are signs of going astray, this magic money can be used to save people.
The God of Land didn't know how high Ji Yuan's level of Taoism was, but judging from the clues he had heard and seen so far, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to guess a high.
"This is too precious, too precious... Little God, Little God, I will definitely help you find some more good ink!"
He would absolutely be reluctant to return it, and the God of Land felt that he couldn't produce anything comparable to this Dharma coin, so that's all he could say.
Ji Yuan nodded and smiled.
"Then I'll have to trouble the God of Land. By the way, I won't go to Moyuan County. I'll just stay in your God of Land Temple for a while. It will be convenient for you to find me when you have news. What do you think, God of Land?"
On the one hand, I was waiting for the God of Land to get the ink, and on the other hand, it was a good opportunity to study what these "words" were all about.
The God of Land nodded repeatedly.
"Of course you can, of course you can. It is a great honor for my humble temple that Mr. Ji is willing to stay here. I will ask the temple priest to prepare the guest room in my dream. Please follow me, sir!"
After saying this, the God of Land jumped off the stone and stretched out his hand to invite him.
"Um!"
Ji Yuan took a look at the sword intention note.
"Let's go together. Take these ink sticks with you. Now that this has come to this, you can take these things away. This will not happen again."
Upon hearing this, the voices on "Sword Intent Post" immediately became noisy.
"Hahaha, thank you, sir!" "Thank you, sir!"
"Mine, mine, the piece I have left is the biggest!"
"Go away, go away. Mine is the biggest."
"Ah, don't steal mine!" "Let go!"
…
Seeing this kind of fighting and noise, Ji Yuan shook his head. He raised his sleeves and put the calligraphy elements and ink sticks, as well as the sword notes, that were still being fought over into his sleeves. Then he looked down at the paper crane in his arms that was watching the scene carefully.
"Don't you dare imitate them!"
The land god on the side pretended that he saw nothing. After Ji Yuan had packed up, he led the way and walked quickly towards his own land temple with Ji Yuan.
During this process, he would occasionally take out his money to watch. After discovering that the sound echoed continuously after playing it once, he would play it again and again, just like a child who had found his favorite toy.
This also made Ji Yuan realize that perhaps his Dharma money would be more popular than he imagined.
. . .
Moyuan County is well-known for its ink making. The ink produced by each township in the county varies slightly according to their location, while Lilong Township mainly produces pine soot ink, supplemented by other inks.
Moyuan County is considered one of the richest counties in Tingliang State. There are many wealthy families in the county who made their fortunes by making ink, and temples of gods are often visited for worship. Therefore, the land temple in the lane township is not the small, shabby temple that Ji Yuan had imagined, but a temple with a spacious two-story courtyard.
There are also many side rooms and a hall for believers where the so-called "offering merit list" is stored. To put it bluntly, it is a ranking to see who has donated more money to the temple. However, this money never reaches the hands of the God of Land, but goes into the pockets of the temple keeper.
Today, the temple keeper is lying in the side room of the land temple to rest, and the temple affairs will naturally be handled by two temple workers.
Originally he was just taking a rest, but the temple keeper fell asleep without realizing it.
“Boom boom boom… boom boom boom…”
There was a knock on the door, waking up the temple keeper.
"Who is it? I just took a nap!"
“Boom boom boom…”
No one answered, and the knocking on the door continued. The temple keeper got up from the bed in annoyance, walked to the door and opened it.
"Who is it?"
The moment he opened the door, there was no one in sight, but when he thought it was a prank, he glanced down out of the corner of his eye.
When I lowered my head, I saw an old man who was hunched over and almost half the height of a temple keeper, standing at the door with a cane.
"Lord of the Land!?"
The temple keeper was so shocked that he screamed out. Although he had made a lot of money from the land temple, he worshipped the land god every day. Although he had only seen clay sculptures before, he recognized the real person at a glance.
Legend has it that many land gods are very short, and it turns out to be true!
"Well, you still have some vision!"
The God of Land nodded, and without further ado, he got straight to the point.
"Today, a distinguished guest will come to visit us. His surname is Ji, and he is an elegant man in white. You cannot address him by his name, but just call him Mr. Ji. Please quickly prepare a quiet and tidy guest room for him. Mr. Ji may stay for a while. Remember, it must be quiet and tidy, and hurry up!"
"Yes, yes, I will do it right away!"
After bowing and receiving orders in the temple, the God of Land had disappeared.
"Ouch..."
The temple keeper woke up from the bamboo recliner in a trance, with sweat still on his face. He looked inside the room and then at the door, but there was no movement.
"Is it a dream? No, this dream is too real!"
With a start, the middle-aged temple keeper with a short beard quickly got up from his chair, rolled up the bedding on his bed without thinking, took out a new one from the box, replaced it with a new one, and began to clean the room.
In terms of quietness and tidiness, his room is the most suitable in the entire land temple.
As it turned out, the temple keeper's response was absolutely correct and very timely.
About a quarter of an hour later, a temple worker hurried to the keeper's room. Seeing the keeper cleaning, he carefully knocked on the door.
"What's up?"
"Uncle Zhao, a man in a white shirt named Ji came to the land temple to look for you and said you knew him."
The temple keeper was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded after realizing what was happening.
"Yes, yes, I know him, I know him, please invite him in, no, I'll go and invite him together!"
Although the visitor was polite, the temple keeper was obviously nervous.
They did everything they could, took the guests to the room and settled them down, and said they would prepare three meals a day and would not disturb them.
Seeing that the other person had nothing to dislike, the temple keeper finally felt relieved. Then he couldn't suppress the excitement. This was the distinguished guest that the God of Land had sent to him in his dream to entertain. Could it be a deity
Ji Yuan didn't care about it and stayed in the temple peacefully.
This land temple is much more magnificent than he had imagined. This room may even be better than the upper room of the inn. He thought that the problem could be solved by sleeping on the floor, but now he feels like he is enjoying himself.
As soon as the temple keeper left, Ji Yuan closed the door, sat at the table and spread out the "Sword Intent Letter" on the table.
The paper crane in his arms quickly squeezed out of the brocade bag, flapped its wings and flew to the side of the calligraphy sticker. Even the usually "aloof" Qingteng Sword took shape and flew in front of the table.
However, at this moment, "Sword Intent Post" was extremely quiet, and none of the characters on it were noisy, as if it felt that it was about to be blamed. One could actually feel a sense of tension from a piece of calligraphy.
"When did you start to feel and have your own ideas?"
Ji Yuan spoke lightly, and in order to prevent the room from becoming a vegetable market, he immediately pointed to the word "sword" on the copybook.
The left and right strokes of the character "剑" lifted up a corner of the paper, as if stealing a glance at Ji Yuan, and then floated out of the paper.
"In reply to what you said, sir, we had some confused feelings about ten years ago. Later, we listened to you several times and the longer we were with you, the more... clear we became! But we could only listen and think, but we couldn't move or speak!"
Ji Yuan nodded. No wonder these little guys knew some of his special skills.
"Why don't you just stay here at the Sword Intention Calligraphy? This calligraphy is your home after all. It will be inconvenient if you leave. Why do you want to leave?"
It would have been better if this had not been said. Once this question was asked, the Sword Intent Post was in chaos.
"We also want to keep the calligraphy!" "Yes, but we don't have the strength at that time. The calligraphy is too heavy for us to lift!"
"Well, we can't move or fly with the copybook!"
"Yes, I searched for a long time, hiding from the wind and rain, until I ate some good ink and had some strength to absorb spiritual energy myself..."
"Master, we are suffering!" "Master, please don't be angry and don't blame us!"
"The master gave the calligraphy to the man named Yan..."
"We all feel like you don't want us anymore!" "We're coming to find you!"
"Yes, the first thing to do after being able to move is to find the master!"
"Yes, we know you want to go north!" "No, you want to go west!"
"Wrong, it's north!" "West!" "North!"
“Wow, you are wrong…” “Ah, you are wrong!”
…
"Stop arguing, stop arguing..."
Ji Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even when the room became quiet, he still felt a buzzing in his ears.
"Hey! It will be lively from now on..."
The paper crane flapped its wings left and right beside the "Sword Intent Letter", expressing obvious emotions.